F*ck Poetry — without the F*ck

Fantasy fraught with frivolous delights Dew spewed on vanilla and sugar kissed skin  Licks of lascivious greed seek my demise …

Lunar Tragedy

Absorbed by amethyst skies  Obscured by ice-kissed mountain trees She did not possess enough light to illuminate her true love, …

Her Domain

She made her bed  Lies in it, night after night She sleeps alone Reliving the memories, finger by finger Her …

Splattered

Fireworks residue splattered upon my shadowed imprint  Iridescent desire pulses under my monotonous tone  I seek the sheen you spread …

Day One …

One word becomes three. Misery loves company.